Claw Marks and Corridors

Felicity saw something she shouldn't have. A dead girl in the bathroom at school. Not just any girl, Robin Cross, the head girl. Since that night all she's had in her head is images of a creature ravaging her body. But Robin was just stabbed excessively, right?

Felicity's life is shattering as she struggles to find the truth and anyone who will believe her. Even the corridors start to not feel safe anymore.

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This is a first draft, meaning that a couple of the chapters are going to be changed/need serious editing at some point! Please bare this in mind.
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16. Fifteen

 

The news travelled fast that the little girl with pig tails and blue dungarees was missing. People were rushing around the town hall looking for hiding places, calling her name, when I walked back into the room. My parents spotted me and reeled off in panicked voices that she'd said she was going across the room to see me, that was the last time they saw her. Obviously I hadn't been in the room so she must have wandered off somewhere.

April, Ric, Dalton and I took to the streets, calling her name out and checking down the nearby alleyways. I knew I'd never had a very strong relationship with my sister but I was terrified. I was terrified that something bad would happen to her. What if the lurking monster found her alone before we could? I gulped quickly and pushed a bin out of my way to check behind it.

"Where would she go?" Ric was thinking aloud. "Like a favourite place or something?"

"She doesn't know Rook Valley well," I spoke up as we continued down the street. "Only the vegetable store I think, but mum checked there."

"Well if you were a small kid, where would you wander to in an unknown place?" he questioned with a thinking frown on his face again.

I wracked my brains. What places did kids like? What places would attract Kitty's attention? Supermarkets for food; but there weren't any big ones in town. Places with other kids; but none of the playgroups ran on Saturdays. Toy shops; but there weren't any in the town either. Parks...

"Wait, I have an idea," I suddenly blurted out and the three turned back towards me. "Let's try the park."

Ric nodded and we took a right, rushing our way down the pavement. My heart was beating fast against my rib cage as we approached and I hoped that we would just find her there casually swinging back and forth. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

The park was empty, no small child in sight. We still entered it though, looked around, shouted her name a few times. I circled round the swings and that's when my eyes latched on to something. A pink hair grip on the ground. I knelt down and picked it up, examining it some more. There was a hello Kitty head attached to it; I knew it had to be hers. I remembered her bragging about her new hair grip, that hair grip, over breakfast.

I stood up again and called out. "She was here."

The others rushed over and glanced down at the hair grip in my hand.

"This was hers," I explained and looked out across the park, turning my head in different directions. "She might be somewhere close by still."

My eyes fell on the small batch of trees ahead, just behind the park. "Do you think a small kid would actually go in somewhere as dark as that?" I questioned aloud as I pointed to where I was looking.

"I don't know," replied April and she was biting her lip anxiously again. "I definitely wouldn't."

"Lets go closer," Ric suggested and stepped forward. I followed him to the edge of the trees and peered through the darkness. It was shaded here, and I could smell the damp scent of mud and leaves. There was an almost cold chill running through the air.

"I don't think she would walk into here," I said but I still wanted to try. I stepped forward slightly and yelled out, "Kitty!" It seemed to echo out into the trees, bounce off the tree trunks.

There was just silence.

"Kitty!" I tried shouting again but to no avail. I sighed and turned away, beginning to make my way back across the park.

That's when I heard a scream. I spun around again, a large breathe expelling from my mouth. I knew Kitty's scream well. That was definitely her. I started towards the trees again, the others close behind.

"Kitty! I screamed as I forced my way past a branch which stuck out. "Kitty, where are you?"

The others started calling too but there was just silence again now. I trudged on through the leaves, darting my eyes left and right quickly. In my head I was assuming the worst, thinking that the monster had got her too but as I hurried on, I tried to expel those thoughts from my head. She's okay, she's okay, she's okay.

There was another scream. Sick threatened to rise in my throat and I clenched my hands together tight. What was going on? Where was she?

I darted through more trees, heavier breathes coming from my mouth now. The sound of the others feet against the muddy floor dimmed as I pushed my way further ahead of them, almost running. I could hardly see as I stumbled on roots and stamped on twigs. Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?

Then I saw the flash of white ahead of me. White trainers, white sparkly trainers. I could have fainted with relief.

"Kitty, Kitty I'm here!" I called and the little girl turned. She ran to me, her eyes full to the brim with tears and a deep red scratch down the side of her face. She gripped at the hem of my dress as she cried and whimpered.

I heard the others stop behind me and April sigh with relief. "Thank god."

I crouched down so I was looking at her at her eye level, fumbling around for a tissue from my pocket. I dabbed at her face as she continued to cry.

"What happened, Kitty?" I asked her and you could still hear the panic in my voice. She didn't answer, starting to wail. "Kitty," I pressed her but there was no use, she wasn't saying anything. I dabbed at her face again. "It's alright, I'm here now."

She blubbered some more and suddenly launched herself towards me, gripping round my neck. I wrapped my arms around her tight and slowly lifted her. She was lighter than I had thought she would be. I had never lifted her before, never even held her as a baby, but now all of a sudden I felt awful for not being nicer to her. What if something really bad had happened to her and she thought I was just a mean sister who ignored her most of the time?

I squished her tighter as she continued to sob on my shoulder and we made our way back out of the trees. I had thought the monster had got her. I had thought she was killed. It was relieving to hold her in my arms and know that I had found her safe. Besides the scratch on her face and the obvious fright she had had, she seemed more okay as we edged back towards the town hall.

My parents were so relieved when I walked back into the town hall. They hugged me tight and took Kitty from my arms rushing off words in worried voices.

"You shouldn't just run off like that, Kitkat!" Dad told her as he patted her back as she clung to mum.

"What happened to your face darling?" mum asked, looking at it closely and frowning. "Where were you?"

"In the little forest by the park," I answered for her as Kitty was only crying still.

"Why on earth were you in there? Wasn't that scary?" Mum asked with a confused hint to her voice. 

Kitty mumbled and grumbled before she slowly answered. "I f-following kitkit."

"Kitkit?" Dalton questioned behind me.

"Cat," I translated for my friends before I edged closer to Kitty again.

"Did the cat scratch your face?" I asked. I knew it wasn't anything like the claw marks I saw on Robin's face but I was still curious.

Kitty nodded slowly. "It -ouldn't be my f-friend." She wailed again and sunk her face into mum's shoulder.

"You mustn't run off like that, Kitty. Mummy and daddy were so worried," mum said sternly but held her tightly still, comforting her. "It's not safe for little people to go around places like that alone." She sighed. "Understand?"

Kitty nodded against her shoulder as she continued to sob. For a few minutes, we just stood together relieved that she was alright, until mum decided we needed to go home and get the first aid kit out. I said goodbye to my friends and followed my family out of the hall, people saying to mum and dad on the way that they were glad Kitty was okay.

Once in the car, dad supplied Kitty with some chocolate to see if it might make her stop crying. Luckily it did as my ears were starting to hurt from the monotonous sound. We made our way out of town and towards Picket as Kitty was now describing about how the 'kitkit' was 'orange.' I sunk back in my seat and watched the scenery flash past, just like this morning. I had been worried but now it was wearing off. She'd just followed a cat into the forest and that's what scratched her, there wasn't anything more sinister to it.

I sat up more upright in my seat as I spotted a red patch in the green again, approaching fast. I stabbed at the window button to let the glass come down and stuck my head out to try and see more clearly as we went flashing past. We hadn't been going slow enough to make it out but it was definitely something red. It had to be something similar to what I saw before.

I retracted my head back into the car and decided I had to get someone to stop at the side of the road the next time we passed. I had to see this red thing or things and find out what it actually was. I wasn't just seeing things, it had to be something.

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